The unfortunate words of the past. Lost Words from Childhood.

As I am a logophile, my Mother was kind enough to send me something all lovers of words will enjoy. This comes from a forward in an email and the author is credited within.
Lost Words from our childhood

Words gone as fast as the buggy whip! Sad really! The other day a not so elderly (65) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy and he

looked at her quizzically and said what the heck is a Jalopy? OMG (new

phrase!) he never heard of the word jalopy!! So they went to the computer and pulled up a picture from the movie “The Grapes of Wrath.” Now that was a Jalopy!

She knew she was old but not that old…

I hope you are Hunky dory after you read this and chuckle…

*WORDS AND PHRASES REMIND US OF THE WAY WE WORD*

by Richard Lederer

About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology. These phrases included “Don’t touch that dial,” “Carbon copy,” “You sound like a broken record” and “Hung out to dry.” A bevy of readers have asked me to shine light on more faded words and expressions, and I am happy to oblige:

Back in the olden days we had a lot of moxie. We’d put on our best bib and tucker and straighten up and fly right. Hubba-hubba! We’d cut a rug in some juke joint and then go necking and petting and smooching and spooning and billing and cooing and pitching woo in hot rods and jalopies in some passion pit or lovers lane. Heavens to Betsy! Gee whillikers! Jumping Jehoshaphat! Holy moley! We were in like Flynn and living the life of Riley, and even a regular guy couldn’t accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!

Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when’s the last time anything was swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes and pedal pushers. Oh, my aching back. Kilroy was here, but he isn’t anymore.
Like Washington Irving’s Rip Van Winkle and Kurt Vonnegut’s Billy Pilgrim, we have become unstuck in time. We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle! or This is a fine kettle of fish! we discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards. Poof, poof, poof go the words of our youth, the words we’ve left behind. We blink, and they’re gone, evanesced from the landscape and wordscape of our perception, like Mickey Mouse wristwatches, hula hoops, skate keys, candy cigarettes, little wax bottles of colored sugar water and an organ grinders monkey.
Where have all those phrases gone? Long time passing. Where have all those phrases gone? Long time ago: Pshaw. The milkman did it. Think about the starving Armenians. Bigger than a bread box. Banned in Boston. The very idea! It’s your nickel. Don’t forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper. Turn-of-the-century. Iron curtain. Domino theory. Fail safe. Civil defense. Fiddlesticks! You look like the wreck of the Hesperus. Cooties. Going like sixty. I’ll see you in the funny papers. Don’t take any wooden nickels. Heavens to Murgatroyd! And awa-a-ay we go! Oh, my stars and garters! It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter had liver pills. This can be disturbing stuff, this winking out of the words of our youth, these words that lodge in our heart’s deep core. But just as one never steps into the same river twice, one cannot step into the same language twice. Even as one enters, words are swept downstream into the past, forever making a different river.

We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeful times. For a child each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age. We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did not exist and there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory. It’s one of the greatest advantages of aging. We can have archaic and eat it, too.

I am a full time writer and mother of 2. My main concentrations are in the Arthurian legends, historical fiction and nonfiction, and poetry. I have articles published in Arthuriana which is an academic journal pertaining to King Arthur. I am a member in good standing of the International Arthurian Society, The Round Table, North American Chapter and am an Associate Member of The Knights Templar International. I have an Arthurian blog @ArthurianRomances.com, there I post my articles and articles of other Arthurian scholars. I also post beautiful pics that I love that are well within the genre. In addition to my book, "The Infinite Character of King Arthur: His History and Legend, His Camelot and Avalon", there will be a historical fiction series due out soon! I also have a website dedicated to Henry VIII at TudorTime.org. I hope you enjoy both! My love of words sprung from both writing poetry and reading Old English and Welsh texts (As well as the hated purple prose, which I happen to adore!) I welcome any comments or ideas you may have. Please feel free to drop by my Facebook pages Arthurian Romances and Tudor Time too!

Jill M Roberts: Jill M Roberts

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